PROMISE

Before I met him, I never believed in true love.

I used to think to love written in books, portrayed on TV was all the dreams and visions of what love should be. Did true love exist? Love at first sight, the Cinderella story…was it possible in true life? I thought it wouldn’t. Love hurt, like how it hurt my friends who suffered a hard relationship, like how it hurt my family when my aunt ran off with another man and left my uncle out there on his own with their two kids. Love changed, and it hurt those who lived in the memories of them.

But after I met him, my whole interpretation of love changed. Of course it wasn’t love at first sight like the normal movies would say it was. Unless the immediate hatred I felt towards him was a sign? The teasing, the insults, and the glares at first…how did I end up falling so deeply? But after a while, I would look forwards to the daily pat on the head, and the normal arguments we would have. As soon as he would say “bitch” I would know immediately that he meant me, and as soon as I would say “jackass” he would reply normally like it was his own name. We gradually became inseparable as friends, but I started yearning for more than just friendship from him. When I was happy, I wanted to share my joy with him. When I was sad he was always there to lend me a shoulder to cry on. But I was always too shy to tell him that I loved him unconditionally. No matter how mad he made me, I always ran back to him. No matter how many girls he went out with, he always came to me in the end, so I waited.

“I love you. I never realized but I love you”. The three words I’ve wanted to hear so badly, the words he said to me in my dreams. I flung my arms around him and we both cried, knowing that it took so much courage to say three words to the other. We were both afraid that the other would reject and ruin the friendship we had already. But we finally made it through. The promises and words we said to each other that night under the star-filled sky all rang with the sound of affection and love, and the murmured words were so sweet I could practically taste them on my tongue. Yes, although words are known to be nothing, the words that were exchanged that night seemed so innocent and pure to be lies and false promises. And they weren’t what words were known to be. He kept all his promises to me, and so did I.

Eventually, he moved away from me for University, and I went abroad. But we kept in contact, and called each other frequently. How do I know if he remained faithful during our years apart? Well, I don’t know, but I trust him with all my life and know that he does the same. The promises we made to each other, every time his eyes shine when he looks at me…it just makes me believe in love more, and that destiny does exist.

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and no. i haven't finished uni...this is not based on my personal experiences, it's just random

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Administrator comments:
Hmm, great essay about love. Random could come out with personal story-like, strange...

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